I was craving a peach. I don’t know why, I can barely
remember what they taste like. As I closed my eyes and thought about the
blushing fruit the only taste I could blossom was a plum. We had plums, mum had
stacked the fruit basket lately with an array of oranges, plums and bananas…but
it was still a peach that I wanted.
I often think back to that moment when I look at you. I wanted
cuddles and though Joshua was around, he wasn’t you…I wanted your cuddles: I had
not yet had the honour of melting beneath your embrace.
